Firehole River Sunrise

Some mornings just start out right, even when they begin before four. This was one of those sunrises that you always hope for, rarely get, and are always surprised with what ultimately happens.

Even though it was late June, the cool morning air created such a surreal and picturesque scene it stopped me dead in my tracks. There was no thinking, the moment was purely instinctual.

The sun illuminated the sky in a listless lavender glow and the overwhelming silence gave me time to meditate on all my thoughts. Immersed in tranquility, I watched the breeze gently carry the fog off the river as I patiently waited for the perfect light to emerge from the morning’s vestige. The virtue of patience rarely disappoints and this moment was no exception.